My favorite team lost. It’s the Monday after the Super Bowl game and as Mondays go, it’s a little sad and depressing.
I’m certain the city’s a little melancholy today and gloomy skies casting a pall over the area and depositing chilly rain over us doesn’t help much.
Football is only a game though and losing the championship is not the end of the world. Life goes on as it will even for those disappointed players. Our team just didn’t play well enough, and the Green Bay Packers executed an epic win to take the Lombardi trophy back to “Titletown.” Congrats to that team, city and ardent fans!
And even though we cheered and grumbled, we waved our terrible towels and then some of us hid our heads under the towels when things got bad, we rallied then saw hope evaporate into reality, real Steelers fans are gracious in loss, still think the world of their favorite team and still display black and gold proudly.
I really am not a fanatic football fan, but I can appreciate a comparison between the game of football and life. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. Sometimes you play your heart out, sometimes that’s just not enough to secure a win. Sometimes you work hard enough to wear yourself out and still life doesn’t turn out the way you planned. Sometimes you make connections, sometimes you overthrow. Sometimes you jump for joy feeling like you just scored the winning touchdown; sometimes you hang your head because you missed the goal post.
But even when your body aches from over exertion and your emotions make you feel defeated, you summon up some inner resolve and you start all over. After all, just like Scarlett O’Hara opined in Gone With the Wind, “Tomorrow is another day.”
Today on this seventh page of Chapter Two in my book of Opportunity, I can either let the dreariness of the weather, the loss of the Super Bowl or the fact that my nest is empty all over again get the best of me. But that’s not what I’m going to do!
Instead I will be glad for the opportunity that we were given this weekend. Oldest daughter flew home from Dixie for a few days. She experienced an encouraging meeting that could lead her to a new route on her road of life. And for that I am thankful and excited for her and the possibility that may develop.
Middle daughter didn’t have to work the nightshift the evening before the big game after all, so the four of us met for dinner and relished a Pittsburgh tradition – Primanti Brothers sandwiches – in a crowded restaurant where it seemed every single patron sported Steelers garb. Hubby and I enjoyed the night out with our girls, chatting and catching up – a chance we cherished.
Afterwards, we came back to the empty nest homestead to watch “Despicable Me” together. Fun, laughter and good times rang through Mama’s Empty Nest. After church Sunday, hubby made a mean chicken white chili to share with fellow Steelers fans. We ventured to the city to watch the big game at middle daughter’s apartment with a crowd of her twenty-something friends – such a spirit-lifter to be around boisterous young people again!
Gratefulness fills the empty nest today despite the grey skies, quietness of the house, loss for the Steelers and circumstances we still face.
Inspiration comes from this quote: “Great works are performed not by strength but by perseverance.” ~ Samuel Johnson
And love ‘em or hate ‘em, the Pittsburgh Steelers are the only NFL football team with six Super Bowl wins under their belt. That elusive seventh win is just going to take some perseverance.